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27.Apr.18, 08:31 AM
Jalazmar waited a moment before taking the letter from the dragonrider, hesitating further when he actually took a second to look at the man. He looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place the where or why of it and assumed the man had gone to one of the gathers at Telgar Hold and they crossed paths. The letter was flipped back and forth to examine both sides and acknowledged that it was his cousin’s seal. Technically they were second cousins but it was just easier to refer to the man as a cousin; or if he was being his usual teasing self, Jalazmar played on the vast age difference between them and called Jimeridan his uncle.
He waited patiently through the long explanation and he almost felt sorry for the girl for having to recite it for his sake. He supposed it was to show her intelligence and ability to follow orders, which was appreciated, especially if he was now responsible for her. Jalazmar’s first instinct was to send her back with a ‘thanks but it’s all good’ note since he didn’t want to be responsible for more people than he needed to be, but in truth, he had no idea what he was going to do after the wedding. He kind of assumed his father would give him a parcel of land back in High Reaches but it seemed more likely that he was to be shipped off permanently to Fort Hold and expected to set up a household, especially given what he was just told. A nod was given to the girl that he understood and then busied himself with the letter, finding much the same with some added family correspondence and an insistence to assist in getting him started.
Momentarily forgetting the guests, Jalazmar turned back to the door, peeking his head out to catch a servant walking by. “You there, find Lady Xyliah and bring her back here. Inform her that her lord husband-to-be needs her urgently for a most pressing matter.” It really wasn’t urgent or pressing and he knew he could, and should, just make the decision to keep the gift of drudges but it seemed only fair in this matter to have her opinion as well.
Turning back to the messengers, Jalazmar smiled and waved to the tray of cups and a water pitcher. “Please, enjoy some refreshments while we wait for my betrothed to arrive so that I may share the news with her. I’ll also write a reply soon after that, F’drel, was it? I don’t want to keep you from your duties for too long.”
He waited patiently through the long explanation and he almost felt sorry for the girl for having to recite it for his sake. He supposed it was to show her intelligence and ability to follow orders, which was appreciated, especially if he was now responsible for her. Jalazmar’s first instinct was to send her back with a ‘thanks but it’s all good’ note since he didn’t want to be responsible for more people than he needed to be, but in truth, he had no idea what he was going to do after the wedding. He kind of assumed his father would give him a parcel of land back in High Reaches but it seemed more likely that he was to be shipped off permanently to Fort Hold and expected to set up a household, especially given what he was just told. A nod was given to the girl that he understood and then busied himself with the letter, finding much the same with some added family correspondence and an insistence to assist in getting him started.
Momentarily forgetting the guests, Jalazmar turned back to the door, peeking his head out to catch a servant walking by. “You there, find Lady Xyliah and bring her back here. Inform her that her lord husband-to-be needs her urgently for a most pressing matter.” It really wasn’t urgent or pressing and he knew he could, and should, just make the decision to keep the gift of drudges but it seemed only fair in this matter to have her opinion as well.
Turning back to the messengers, Jalazmar smiled and waved to the tray of cups and a water pitcher. “Please, enjoy some refreshments while we wait for my betrothed to arrive so that I may share the news with her. I’ll also write a reply soon after that, F’drel, was it? I don’t want to keep you from your duties for too long.”
